Free Verse

When I Was Young
When I Was Young When I was young I laughed without checking the price I walked streets without counting the steps no one watched my hands
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 9 months ago in Poets
Plumb Line Restored
What's the gest to rest in the knowing or slide to the plumbline in another spot blotting out the bruises, wounds, & scars
By Jacqueline Elaine Hudson9 months ago in Poets
What Still Stands
What Still Stands A Trilogy Spoken by the People InvocationLet this be read without allegiance to powerand without fear of truth.Let the words rememberwhat systems forgetand speak for what was never meant to be erased.May this offering belong to the people—the living, the grieving, the trying—and return dignity to where it was denied.Read slowly.Breathe between lines.This is not accusation alone—it is remembrance.
By Flower InBloom9 months ago in Poets
FOREVER AMBER
Such a pretty little baby Came into the world A smile on her face Love in her heart Never learned to walk Never learned to talk
By Len Sherman9 months ago in Poets
Fists of Fury: Dragon Fights the Horse
Chicken Fist Fights the Lord of the Dragon the king of kung fu, seeking blood revenge the chinese opera star, chicken fists of funk
By SAMURAI SAM: Wild Wayne BYE9 months ago in Poets
Betrayal
The towering arc of a tidal wave about to crash, its barrel curling in on itself. For a moment, in slow motion gravity pulling, tidal-force propelling
By Tim Boxer9 months ago in Poets
Skin Cancer From Too Much Sun
Too Much Sun The sun feels warm, it shines so bright, makes the day glow full of light. But every time you skip the shade,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 9 months ago in Poets
Intoxication. Runner-Up in The Unnecessary Line Challenge.
I'm like a martini or a really good bourbon, an acquired taste that will soothe your spirit, unless you over-indulge: I'll get you
By Harper Lewis 9 months ago in Poets
A City That Knows Our Names
Not Unhoused, Unheld They call it homelessness as if home were only lumber and lock, as if belonging could be measured by keys that jingle in a pocket.
By Flower InBloom9 months ago in Poets
Irony
It‘s kind of ironic For you to reach out Suddenly asking for my help. Especially when the task Is helping you putting together
By Alex Torres9 months ago in Poets
Still Here
The stove's balky. Won't catch. I coax it with a match, talk to it the way you talk to mules. * Somebody's laid by a garden down the road
By Tim Carmichael9 months ago in Poets
The Indifferent Sun
Make an image of the life you crave. The sun also ariseth, and the sun goeth down. You won’t drown in the money, if you go after it.
By Caitlin Charlton9 months ago in Poets